LOGINSummer’s POVThe afternoon sunlight was pale, dimmed by the drifting clouds that hung over the estate. I wandered into the garden behind the mansion, needing a moment away from the heavy tension inside. The roses there were in bloom, white, soft, and almost too quiet, the kind of beauty that hides how easily it can bleed if touched wrong.My hands brushed the petals absently, but my mind wasn’t calm. Ever since breakfast, I couldn’t stop replaying Lucien’s words.They might have already found her.It lingered in my thoughts, gnawing at me, mixing unease with confusion. Found who? Why had he looked at me when he said it?I was still lost in thought when I heard footsteps behind me, steady, unhurried, confident.“Beautiful place to think,” a familiar voice said smoothly.I turned. Lucien stood there, his hands tucked in his pockets, his white shirt slightly unbuttoned, his expression unreadable. There was something about him that felt both calm and dangerous, like a blade sheathed in ch
Summer’s POVThe next morning felt too still. Too quiet. Like the air itself was waiting.Even the usual hum of the mansion, the soft chatter of the maids, the footsteps in the hallways, seemed muted, almost cautious. I stood near the tall glass windows of the living room, watching the drizzle outside as my heart thumped a nervous rhythm in my chest.Lucien de Rossi.Alexander’s brother.I’d heard his name whispered enough times to know he wasn’t the type of man people forgot. A ghost, some said. A strategist, others claimed. The “shadow” of the de Rossi family.And now, after years away, he was coming home.Behind me, I could hear Alexander’s steady footsteps pacing across the marble floor. He hadn’t said much since dawn, but his clenched jaw and restless hands gave him away. He was never good at hiding emotions, not when it came to his brother.“Are you nervous?” I asked softly, turning to look at him.He stopped pacing and met my gaze. “No.”But the slight flicker in his eyes said
Summer’s POVI don’t think I’ve ever wanted the floor to swallow me whole until tonight.If there were awards for “Most Awkward Moments in a Lifetime”, I’d win, hands down.Because how on earth do you recover from the moment your boyfriend’s mother walks into the room… while you’re very, very naked with said boyfriend?Even hours later, my skin still burns at the memory.I swear I could still hear Katherine de Rossi’s horrified gasp echoing in my head, followed by a string of words that made Alexander curse under his breath and dive for the blanket like his life depended on it.Now, past midnight, I’m hiding in the kitchen, trying to make myself useful while Katherine hums softly by the stove, cooking something that smells way too comforting for how tense I still feel. The soft golden light flickers across her face as she flips something in a pan, garlic rice, maybe, or buttered eggs.She doesn’t look angry anymore. Just… amused.And that’s somehow worse.“Still red as a tomato,” Kat
Third Person PoVThe dim, sensual glow of the bedroom illuminated Summer's naked body as she stretched out languidly on the plush mattress, a satisfied smile playing on her luscious, glossy lips. She could still feel the ghost of Alexander's touch on her flushed skin, the lingering heat of his breath against her neck. Her body thrummed with the aftermath of their passionate lovemaking, a delicious ache settling between her thighs. After she said to Alexander to rest, Alexander became wild. His body is full of heat. As she slowly came down from her euphoric high, Summer couldn't help but let her mind drift back over the events that had brought her to this moment. It had all started a few months ago, when the handsome, wealthy Alexander had swept into her life like a whirlwind. With his chiseled jaw, piercing green eyes, and rock-hard physique, he was every woman's ultimate fantasy. And Summer had been no exception, quickly finding herself drawn to his magnetic charisma and sinful smil
Summer’s POVIt’s almost midnight when I hear the sound of tires crunching against the gravel outside.I glance up from the couch, my heart instantly tightening. The rain has started again, tapping faintly on the glass windows of the mansion. The clock on the wall ticks softly, its rhythm echoing through the empty halls.Alexander had left hours ago for a business meeting, at least, that’s what his assistant said. I told myself not to worry. He was always in control, always composed, the kind of man who could stare down a storm and not flinch. But something about tonight feels wrong. The silence feels different. Heavy.Then, the front door opens with a loud thud.“Alexander?” I call out, my voice tentative, uncertain.There’s no answer at first. Just the sound of unsteady footsteps, slow and uneven, moving across the marble floor. I stand, my stomach twisting. When I turn the corner, I see him.He’s still in his suit, the top buttons of his shirt undone, his tie hanging loosely around
Summer’s POVThe mansion is quiet, but I feel the weight of it pressing down on me. Every step I take across the polished floors echoes too loudly, reminding me that I am alone here with Alexander. Technically, not alone. He’s just there, watching, always watching. But even that presence feels suffocating.I try to focus on anything else, the rain tapping against the windows, the faint scent of cigar smoke lingering in the study, but nothing can distract me from the thought that has been gnawing at my mind since earlier: the wedding. My wedding.I had barely recovered from the grief of the boy when Alexander had casually dropped the bomb that he told my mother we were getting married. Casually. Like it was just another part of his day, like it didn’t involve my life, my feelings, or my sanity.I sit on the couch in the living room, hugging my knees to my chest. I can feel the bruises from the hospital, the remnants of my stress, but my mind is elsewhere. I glance at the door and see A

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